The Immortal Emperor's strange gaze lasted only an instant before disappearing. He turned back toward the seal over the Demon Realm and fell silent.
No one knew what he was thinking.
"Withdraw."
When that word left the Immortal Emperor's mouth, Chen Xu thought he had misheard.
There was no reason, no explanation, only a cold command.
Chen Xu frowned, but when he saw the Immortal Lords beside him silently turn away one after another, he swallowed his words.
The Immortal Ships began turning around, and the army began its retreat.
Chen Xu stood on the deck, looking back toward the Demon Realm. His Divine Sense could no longer penetrate it at all.
Were any members of the Demon Race still alive in there?
He did not know.
All he knew was that those screams could no longer be heard.
Throughout the journey, the entire army was as silent as a funeral procession for the Demon Realm.
No one spoke. No one exchanged a word. The veterans who had fought in countless battles, great and small, looked grimmer than they ever had before.
Chen Xu stood by the railing, watching the Star River race backward on either side of the ship.
He could not understand.
Why?
Why stand by with folded arms?
The Demon Realm was begging for help. The Demon Realm had already been destroyed. If this Demon Realm fell too, wouldn't the Immortal Realm be next?
Without lips, the teeth grow cold. Didn't they understand something so simple?
The moment this thought surfaced, even Chen Xu froze.
He was questioning the Immortal Emperor's decision.
That would once have been unthinkable. No one had the right to question an Immortal Emperor's decisions, nor did anyone dare.
But after returning from the edge of the Demon Realm, that strange look